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Yeah, the Pottery Barn thing? It’s not over. You see, I’ve finally found something I mostly like for Wiggly’s nursery / toddler bed / big-boy bed (yes, I do it all at one time because who has time to do that stuff later?!) – that’s how I ended up there the other day and was [...]

Here’s some advice for you: If you are in the middle of nesting urge surge, DO NOT go into a Pottery Barn Kids. Bad things will happen. Or, at least cute things, but things will happen. And these things? Are not free. But sometimes they are on sale, so that’s better. In other news… Mom [...]

So, I’m driving home with Husband and The Swimmy this evening from a light dinner. (Husband has been fighting a head cold and we determined this called for soup. We were on a soup quest.) I’m recounting for Husband my massage exploits of yesterday when I get the distinct feeling, no, URGE, that I suddenly [...]

Dear Wiggly, Well, you certainly are busy. There’s a whole lotta kicking, flipping and punching going on in my abdomen and I can now predict when you will be most acrobatic….when I’m ready to go to sleep. I saw you on an ultrasound screen a few days ago – and you were in constant motion. [...]

Yes, I’m going to talk about maternity clothes again. Today, I was on a quest. A quest for pants. Pants that didn’t look like the label should read “Barnum & Bailey”. Pants that were long enough to wear heels with. Pants that could go to work and out at night (‘cause I’m such a night [...]

Hi. Blog much? Well, based on the (lack of ) frequency of my entries lately… NO. Sorry. What with the exploding tushies and sore backs and, uh, life getting in the way.. Gah. Mom and Dad have been in Little Rock now for, well, I don’t even know. Two weeks, maybe? It’s weird. Time is [...]

So, yeah. The Swimmy woke up a little worn out yesterday with an allergy attack slightly underway. She hadn’t slept well in several days, so I decided to keep her home from school and have a little “Swimmy time” together. That plan worked well for about, oh, 3 hours. She got hungry around 10:30 and [...]

So, I’ve mentioned before how, due to my job, I end up attending endless amounts of social functions and “galas” around these parts. I should preface this by saying “galas” in my neck of the woods usually entails a theme of some sort that goes WAAAAAAY-HAAAY over the top. Well, here’s one for ya. Husband [...]

Well, it’s that time. It’s time to leave the hottness behind and walk towards… maternity clothes. Shit. I have officially hit the beginning of the end of my favorite: Banana Republic t-shirts (that no longer cover my tummy) High heeled strappy shoes (that are now making my back hurt) Groovy, slim-fitting button-down shirts for work [...]